Meeting Kris (BoyxBoy)

ch.1 kris

"DANNY GALEY GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE" startled at my mother's screaming, I dropped my book,I hurriedly picked it up and tossed it on my desk while running a hand through my thick hair heaving a shakey breath as I made my way down stairs, well for a start I am 16 almost 17 with thick brown hair and blue eyes I'm an average person, nothing special I have a pale tan and I'm a bit chubby I'm 5'5 and I live with an abusive mother. "DANNY!?" Wincing at her shrill voice I rush down the stairs only to be greeted with a slap. "you BASTARD CHILD, I AM YOUR MOTHER AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME" holding back my tears I say as respectfully as I can "y-yes ma'am " looking me over she scowled"you look more and more like that peice of shit you call a father every day" and with that she hit me again, punching and kicking till I was begging for her to stop, with one last kick she walked away into the living room muttering a 'pathetic bastard deserves to die like his father' whimpering as I tried to get up she comes stomping back "get up!? get up you pathetic brat of a boy you disgusting fag!?" getting up as fast as I was capable of she ushered me to the bathroom "wash your disgusting self off and go get me some Jack and smokes, if you do anything other than what I said I'll make sure you regret it you snivelling brat " she said with a screwed up nose and clinched teeth."if you buy anything other than what I told you and I find out you'll be on the streets faster than a heart beat" she said lazily  "Yes ma'am,thank you ma'am " huffing she shoved a twenty and a few ones in my hand, for such a horrible woman she was good at what she did, being a lawyer and all I thought she'd be nicer to me or even loved me, even though she hurt me I still loved her.  Sighing I turned on the faucet letting the water run as I stared at my reflection ,a busted lip and a bloody nose and swelling here and there sighing I splashed water on my face and gently dabbed at my cuts from her heels she liked so much.looking back at my self I grinned testing to see if I still could and surprisingly I still can. Drying my hands I take the money and stuff it in my pocket and make my way to the front door and silently opening it and closing it behind me as I stepped out and started my trek to the gas station a few miles away. Feeling a little better now that I knew she couldn't touch me I fell into a silent rhythm thinking about how I was going to explain the bruises this time. I knew there'd be questions there was ALWAYS questions at school at stores but I knew people cared but the thing was... I. . . . Didn't.